Poetry
There sits my wife admiring herself Looking all sexy and fine: She’s getting ready for a date tonight — Some lucky out-of-towner — do you need to ask...
I want to read your skin like Braille I run my fingers over your hidden meanings tactile secrets on the map of your skin, bumps raised our Braille system...
You made me choose a single wordyet now I cannot make that sound or end the torments drawn from youso I lie here securely bound....
Her name was Victoria and she had a secret It came in the form of questions To which I, at that moment, unceremoniously bore the answer:...
Inspired by my own One-Line Prompt While knee deep in busy parenting chaos, her mariposa called for her, come hither…. She pushed the call aside, thinking...
Our lips briefly find favor And then flee in fright. My heart jumps a beat, Resurrecting long forgotten pangs of delight. Far from a watchful eye overhead, We...
Where are the cords you used to useUpon one who was so willing?Do you tie another nowAnd is she just as thrilling?… I miss...
https://medium.com/media/813f805e46d3aa93f29706f0dc7add53/href You’re my liquid ecstasyMy sexual nectar My femme fataleMy insatiable pleasureYou’re my fever And when I think of the many nightsyou cried yourself to...
How do I define desire from eyes I cannot see? As they are locked in ecstasy. Built up frustration oozing from limbs wound tight...
A poetry tale of love Hesitation, oh! The kind that shook us both,secretive stares, want andhow it melted our pores I still remember the first timeour...
